When Troy Hastings' plans for the vacation of his dreams literally goes up in smoke, he's left homeless, alone, and wearing only a hospital gown. Jason Cooper, the firefighter who rescues him, can only think of what he'd like to do to Troy. Troy's lost everything and Jason wants to help him get his life back. With each passing day, Jason wants that life to include him. But he only has seven days until Troy's friends return from the trip to make Troy see that Jason is the man he's been looking for all along.
Jason spends that time giving Troy the best vacation he's ever had, and in the process, wooing the man who has nothing to lose and everything to gain. Troy's having the time of his life, enjoying stepping out of his comfort zone, trying new things: like a little bondage, the hottest sex he's ever had, and parasailing, and he's game for more.
When the week is up, Troy will find himself a new apartment...unless Jason can convince him to stay.
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August 25, 2009
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Excerpt from Best Vacation That Never Was by Lynn Lorenz
Every time Jason rode the engine to a call, it was a wild rush. This was something he never wanted to get used to. Maybe when he was old and gray. Hell, maybe never. He'd done a lot of crazy shit in his life, but this? It didn't get any better.
He glanced from the backseat of the cabin of the pride of Engine Company Twenty-Five to his boss, Lieutenant Alan Morris, riding shotgun. Eyes closed and head nodding as he slept, the man looked like he could be on a Sunday drive with the family, instead of in a forty-foot-long ladder truck on his way to a two-alarm fire.
"Yeeehaaww!" Jason whooped, just to get the old man going.
"Shit, Cooper. I was taking a nap." Morris groaned and tipped his helmet over his face.
"Coming up now!" The driver's voice crackled over their headsets. "Get ready to rock and roll!" In the background, Jason heard the driver notifying command of their arrival and switching to the tactical channel for communications.
Jason snapped his chin strap to the helmet and grinned at the man sitting behind Morris, a new recruit named Tom. The twenty-one-year-old had that gleam in his eyes, as if he'd just been told he was going to be let loose in a candy store with a shopping cart, and it was all fucking free.
He reached out and slapped the guy's arm. "Take the controls this time." Morris opened his eyes and gave Jason a nod. Jason returned a wink.
"No shit? I get to launch the ladder?"
"If we need it, sure. No better experience than in the field." Jason knew you could practice this at the training facility until you had it down pat, but nothing beat having to perform in an actual fire.
The sirens of the other units, police, fire, with a couple of ambulances thrown in, filled the night air and made the only music he danced to. His heart beat faster as the adrenaline in his system ratcheted up a notch. Man, there was nothing better to climb the ladder with than colored lights strobing off the glass of the surrounding buildings. Hell, it was his personal dance club.
And he was here for the party.
The truck slowed, then came to a stop near the first available hydrant, the doors opened. Jason swung out of the cabin with Tom right behind him, and they ran to the back of the truck. After pulling out the hose, they slung it around the hydrant and motioned for the truck to continue up to its position near the building, deploying the rest of the hose. He and Tom worked like a two-man precision drill team to break the cap and attach to hose to the hydrant. That done, they trotted up to the back of their parked truck. They might not use the water, but they had to be connected just in case.
At the rear of the ladder truck, Tom joined him at the controls.
"What do we have?" he asked.
Jason surveyed the building. "Holy mother of God." He gave a low, soft whistle.
Flames erupted from windows along the entire third floor, and the fourth floor, the building's top floor, had at least two units burning. It wouldn't be long before that entire floor was engulfed too.
"They're going to have to roll to a four alarm." That would bring in the neighboring fire districts.
Police held back the crowd as members of the other fire units' search teams entered the burning building. Cops and firemen evacuated the adjoining buildings, emptying men, women, and children onto the streets. The cops moved them to a safe location down the block but kept them herded together for a head count.
To the untrained eye, it might have looked like chaos, but to Jason, it was a well-choreographed ballet. Half a dozen vehicles disgorged massive long hoses from their back ends like giant insects giving birth, as his counterparts raced to nearby hydrants, broke the caps, hooked up the hoses, and opened the valves. As a rolling wave of water filled each hose, they came to life, powerful snakes being charmed by men and women trained to handle them.
Tom pointed. "Up there. Shit. Is that a man?"
Jason's gaze followed Tom's arm. He squinted through the haze of smoke and embers.
Halfway between two windows spewing flames, a man clung like a fly to the side of the building.
"What the hell is he holding on to?" Tom shouted.
"I don't know, but we're going for him." Jason slapped Tom's helmet and jerked his thumb up. Like a precision drill team, Tom and he went into action, lowering the four hydraulic stabilizers in place to keep the rig from tipping over. Once that was done, he watched as Tom rotated the ladder into position.
Jason counted the seconds as the ladder unfolded, one section sliding out at a time. And taking way too long. He stared up at the man, assessing him.
Strong back muscles corded with effort, the skin covering them slick with sweat and black from smoke or maybe burns. Fuck. Head to the side, long arms outstretched, and fingers gripped brick to hold him in place.
He wore nothing but a towel wrapped around his narrow waist, covering an ass that Jason wanted to see naked. Oh shit. Some of the guys laughed about getting hard just being in the midst of the action at a fire; hell, he'd experienced it himself. But damn, he wasn't supposed to get hard looking at someone he was about to rescue.
Once the ladder extended far enough to reach their target, Jason began his climb. Halfway up, he called out to the man, "Fire department. I'm coming to get you. Hold on."
"What the fuck do you think I'm doing?" the guy yelled back, then coughed.
With an attitude like that, Jason knew the guy would be all right.
"Almost to you."
This time Jason heard the fear in the guy's voice. "I'm going to help you onto the ladder; then you're going to have to climb down. Do you think you can do that?" At the top of the ladder now, Jason reached up and touched the man's calf.
"Yes. I can do that." He nodded.
"I'm going to climb up over you, then back you down onto the ladder."
The man coughed and nodded again. Jason climbed higher on the ladder and put his gloved hands on the man's waist, but they slid off sweat-slicked skin.
"Shit." He wiped his gloves off on the towel, brushing the backs of the guy's thighs.
"Hey. Don't get fresh. We haven't been introduced." The man choked. He leaned his head against the heated bricks. "Just get me down." He shuddered.
"It's going to be okay, man. I got you." Jason took him by the waist and eased him back. "Step back. Put your foot on the rung of the ladder."
"Okay." He took his foot off the ledge, and his hands slid down the bricks. "Don't let me fall." His foot, still on the ledge, trembled, and Jason felt it through the man's straining body.
Jason pressed into his back to let him know he was right there. "I've got you. Feel me? I'm not going to let you fall."
Coughing, the man lowered himself, sliding down the front of Jason's jacket, his ass pressing against Jason's groin. Jesus he shouldn't be turned on, but he was. How twisted was that?
Jason wrapped one arm around the man's body and held him as he got both feet onto the ladder.
"Now, we go down."
Jason moved his hand over the man's sweat-drenched chest. He couldn't resist pressing against his well-defined pec and wishing he could feel that hard nipple with the bare palm of his hand.
The man reached up and covered Jason's larger, gloved hand with his. And pressed it into his body, keeping Jason right where he was.
Oh shit. He pulled his hand away to grab the handrails of the ladder.
Jason began his descent, one rung at a time, the guy following, his towel-covered bottom just above Jason's head. If Jason reached up, he could jerk the towel off and get a good look at that tight ass. The view of muscular thighs was killing him, keeping him hard.
"Cooper, what's going on up there?" Tom's voice interrupted Jason's randy thoughts, thank God.
"Taking it slow. He's pretty shaky. Want to make sure he gets down."
Jason groaned. He wasn't a good man; he was a horny man.
And he wanted the guy in the towel.